Going Under

I’m deleting my blog off of NetworkedBlogs, an application provided through Facebook. I have the itch to write about subject matter that I don’t care for just anyone to see, and NetworkedBlogs tends to post every single blog I write for full public view.

I’m thinking there are going to be password protected blogs, too. In those cases, I will email those who are allowed to see the content.

If I’m going to be able to write completely freely here, unfortunately I’m going to have to go back into incognito form, in a way. I’m doing it this way so that I don’t have create a completely new blog. Again.

If you care to follow me and don’t already have my web address bookmarked, let me know here. Or, for those reading this on Facebook, leave me a comment.

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That cigarette was a bad idea. After last night, and just having a bowl of cereal…flavored cigars just don’t mix well with the other flavors I have in my mouth. LOL (Sorry if that was gross.)

I got rather inebriated last night. It was the plan. Plan accomplished. It’s weird to me how just two shots of Hot Damn can creep up on ya like that, and CONTINUE to creep up on ya. Not saying that’s all I had, but it was the strongest I had. We ended up leaving somewhat early in the night, earlier than usual, because I think we both hit our threshold. We managed a trip to McDonald’s afterward, which is something of a ritual for us since they’re one of the only places that stay open so late. We drove through the drive thru twice, trying to get someone on the intercom or to come to the damn window, but to no avail. I was hell-bent last night on calling corporate on them this morning (I guess it was the manager coming out of me…), but I’m rather over it this morning. We ended up going across the way over to Taco Bell…and well, let’s just say Taco Bell is a BAD idea after you’ve been drinking. It did me in last night. ‘Nuff said.

For those of you reading this from Facebook, understand that I’m not a drunk. I know I talk a lot about getting drinks rather often, but I rarely get drunk, or even buzzed for that matter. The last time I did, before last night, was back on Dec 8th, or sometime near there. It’s not a habit of mine…I just like to get out every once in awhile and have a good time. What am I like when I get drunk? (Whether you were wondering or not…) I stumble a lot. I run into things a lot. I slur a lot. I can’t play pool worth a damn. I tend to repeat myself, or mumble. I lose things. I don’t get loud, stupid and obnoxious. I just get dizzy and clumsy. LOL It’s fun. Oh, and I also get feisty. There have been a couple of times I felt like getting into it with some dudes, and countless times with chicks. I tend to keep my eye on them once they piss me off, just waiting for them to do it again. They never do. Damnit. LOL

But I really don’t know what else to talk about. I’m thinking about getting dressed and going down to the store to get some cappuccino, help wake my butt up. I have sooooooooooo much to do in this house…cleaning and laundry. And less than half a day to do it all, because I do NOT want to be doing stuff into late tonight.

Anyway. That’s it. Just checking in, keeping this thing going. Okthanxlaterbai.

Work, Brittney Spears, and the Over-weight ME

I was just eating out of pure boredom. Seriously picking at this and that in the refrigerator and out of the pantry. Which is really stupid of me in my opinion, considering that I KNOW I need to lose weight. The whole time I was munching, I was thinking to myself ‘I shouldn’t be doing this, I need to stop, STOP IT!’ And thankfully, I finally did…thinking it would be best to do something better with my hands than needlessly stuffing my face. So here I am. (I also keep contemplating placing signs on everything I look at the most, that would simply say ‘SKINNY.’ LOL Just a little reminder of how I USED to be. Yes, I’m getting THAT desperate to start controlling my appetite and start losing weight.)

Another thing on my mind? What the hell is going on with me?! I mean, I suddenly have a love affair with POP music. On my MySpace page, I have artists like Kelly Clarkson, Black Eyed Peas, Jason Derulo, and FREAKIN’ BRITTNEY SPEARS?!?!?! When did THAT happen?! Hell, most of the time when I listen to online radio, I choose the Top 40 station over the Hard Rock station. For anybody that has known me for a decent length of time, or that knows just enough about me, well, they have to be wondering the same thing. What the hell is happening to me?! Not only that, but the main color scheme on my MySpace page is freakin’ PINK, AND I’ve been spending some of my money on TRENDY stuff!! The old me would have puked at the thought of the above mentioned things. I. Just. Don’t. Know.

And speaking of spending money – I think I have a gambling problem. (The first step to recovery is admittance, right?! LOL) But seriously, you should see this gallon size bag of lottery tickets me and Patrick have acquired. (I’ve been the guilty one of buying most of them. Shame shame.) We don’t EVEN wanna know how much money-lost is in that bag. We’ve been entering them online, too, so HOPEFULLY, SOMEDAY, we’ll be reimbursed for all that!

I’m gonna break a self-imposed blogging-rule, and say a little about work. Only because I know that nothing I’m about to say can get me into any trouble. But  this new manager of ours has really come through there like a damn whirlwind. Used to be that I would/could spend 75% of my day doing nothing more than playing on my laptop, or simply finding meaningless busy-work to do, or creating small projects for myself. Oh, but not now. I cracked my laptop open this morning one time, when I first got there, to check on guest survey scores. It didn’t get opened at all the rest of the day. I was constantly on the go, checking this or that, make this phone call or that phone call, re-assembling our office to the best of my ability (considering we have no real furniture right now), taking care of insurance issues, cleaning, organizing…ugh, just simply non-stop every day now. Not that I’m complaining. I’m certainly not. I’d much rather stay busy, and having all this new responsibility and new projects on my hands, it just makes me feel like I’m actually useful to the company now. I think what has me a little rattled about it though, is this adjustment period. I mean, from being done with all my pressing work within two hours of arriving, to now going so much that I can’t even get it all done in one day. It has me feeling a little overwhelmed at times, but I’m soldiering onward.

I’m not real sure as to what else to talk about. It hasn’t taken me as long as I thought it would for me to type this out. I’m afraid I’m going to start obsessing over food again. Bleh. It’s ridiculous. I’ve never been this big before, except when I was pregnant. Yep, I’m as big as I was when I was pregnant. How very uncool is that? VERY. I used to be such a skinny hottie! LOL Hell, I’ve still got it apparantly. Not to sound conceded (more like GRATEFUL), I do still get hit on almost every time I go out somewhere. (Go me! Go me! :P) That’s pretty awesome, but for me, for my health, and for Patrick’s eyes…I have GOT to get back down to a healthy weight. I just have to. See, now if I would just concentrate on THAT instead, on actually NOT eating so much and eathing healthier, MAYBE I would actually see a drop in the numbers. (Oh, and no diet pills for me…that would clash with my anti-anxiety meds. Booooo!!!!)

So that’s it. Here’s a sample of my new ‘Pop’ obsession…this song has more meaning to me than anyone will ever realize. Enjoy.